My Dad's New Bimbo Changed My Life - Part 2 - The First Day
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The next morning I “woke up" feeling exhausted. I wasn't actually sure if I slept at all. I just lay in my bed all night with the feeling of bouncing around sleep, almost like a nicotine buzz. I never actually had that moment of falling into sleep; at least I don’t think I did. The pressure from the cage all night was overwhelming. Every movement I made, every toss and turn to my sides, was met with the feeling of subtle motion of my captive member. I had never felt anything like it, and it made me so horny. At one point, the feeling was so overwhelming I got out my phone to watch some porn, but there were new screen time locks placed on all my apps. My browser, social media, even the camera. This was the first sign of how far this would go. How was it even possible for Natalie to do this without me noticing? Did she hack my phone? I was struck by even more fear of what this woman was capable of.
I was stuck tossing and turning all night thinking about how hot Natalie was in that lingerie. Her shining wet pussy was way beyond anything I had ever seen in person. The image of her ass moving side to side as I crawled behind her was burned into my mind, every step revealing her peeking pussy between her legs to me. I couldn’t even imagine myself getting to fuck her; she was so far out of my league it never seemed possible. I just wanted to taste it so bad. There was still a part of me that thought this was a dream, but every time I wondered what reality was, the tight fabric sewn inside the collar's leather around my neck would remind me that this was very real. The emotions that followed this realization were a mix of fear and longing for more.
When I got out of my bed, I could smell the pleasant smell of bacon and coffee from down the stairs. I walked down into the kitchen to see Natalie in her tight workout attire cooking breakfast. For the entire week we had shared this house, she had never once cooked breakfast. I sat down at the table, and she immediately noticed,
"Oh! You’re awake already!"
She said with excitement as she continued working on the eggs,
“How did you sleep, sweetie?"
I responded tentatively,
"I'm... I'm not really sure I slept at all."
"Awwww, baby's first night in the cage. It's always the hardest night; your body is still adapting to its new hormone levels. Soon you will adjust, and it will become normal."
That word normal rang out to me like the bells of something torrential and world-changing to come,
"You mean... this cage is going to become normal?"
She turned and looked at me with those hazel daggers.
"Of course, dear," she giggled as she continued,
"Me and you both know that your little friend of yours is only so useful, and it's clear you don’t even want to use it for pleasure anyway, from that little secret of yours I found. Now we will discuss this further later; it's time for breakfast."
She walked over to me with a plate of eggs, avocado toast, and a glass of orange juice.
"Can I... Have some bacon too?"
I asked, honestly scared of the response.
"No, sweetie, it's not good for you."
Who was she to decide what I got to eat? Why was I even scared of some 5'10 bimbo in pink leggings! We are basically the same height! The moment these thoughts entered my head, the cage grew tighter. I touched the collar around my neck, adjusting the fixed reminder of my status, and worst of all, I noticed the panties seeping up against my ass and balls, making their embarrassing presence known. I slumped into my chair as I began to eat the ordered meal. She soon stepped over to join me.
She began with purpose and clarity,
"Well, dear, hopefully you will be able to get some rest tonight because you have a very busy day ahead of u."
She leaned into her bag, pulled out a piece of paper, and slid it across the table.
"These are your rules, dear, but I don’t like that word; think of it as your new devotion to a fulfilling life. A symbol of who you aspire to be and the guidelines that will get you there. Please read it, sweetie."
The top read "Stepdaughters' Rules."
I giggled at the ridiculous sight of "Stepdaughter." This immediately caught her attention.
"What's so funny?” she responded with a snap. My eyes widened, and I shuddered.
"Nothing! I just uh... I'm not your stepdaughter."
She looked at me with an evil stare; her eyebrows deepened as her chest bowed out a little when she crossed her legs and sat up in the wooden kitchen chair.
"Don’t you want to be dear?"
Those words echoed in my ears like a bellowing canyon. I looked down at the paper, almost dizzy; I couldn't believe this was happening, let alone at 8 am. Did I want to be?
The rules read as follows,
Stepdaughters’ Rules:
Rule one: Always address me as Mommy or Mistress
Rule two: Your body belongs to me. Do not touch yourself without permission.
Rule three: Wear only what I tell you to; this includes underwear.
Rule four: You will remain caged at all times unless I unlock you. You will be allowed 30 minutes of release every day for hygiene and shaving. Abuse of this privilege can result in it being revoked for a period of time.
Rule five: Plugging times will be determined by me. You will have mandatory plug days, determined at the mistress's discretion. Plug types and sizes will be chosen by me unless specified otherwise. Punishments for failing any of your tasks or rules can result in multi-day periods of plugging and larger plug sizes.
Rule six: You will be given a journal; you are to log any horny fantasies you have, as well as logging your hygiene times. Any orgasms outside of training sessions will also be logged. Any orgasms that are discovered by mistress and have not been logged will result in severe punishment.
Rule seven: When needing to use the bathroom, you may remove your plug, but it must be replaced when finished during plug times.
Rule nine: You will keep a healthy diet determined by mistress and exercise during the instructed times to stay in good shape for the mistress. You will also take the supplements mommy provides every morning.
Rule ten: I will determine the porn you are allowed to watch. Any time you wish to watch porn, you must ask mistress, and she will provide it to you.
Rule Eleven: From this point on, you will only be referred to as Carly. This is your new name and should serve as a symbol of your purpose.
Rule Twelve: Any rule can be added or removed at any time at Mommy’s discretion.
My eyes were in shock at what I was reading before me. My head became weak and warm. I was again so horny I thought my cage could break. I could feel the pressure beginning to mix with the pleasure of stimulation and pain. Rule five hit me like a train,
"Plug! I don’t put things up..." She cut me off,
"What did you expect!"
She stood up with a giggle and turned, pulling down her tight pink leggings, revealing a black thong. She peeled it down as she bent over, letting me see the entire process to reveal a pink gem stone butt plug. She pulled it out with a smirk as her perfect asshole gripped around the metal plug, and a drip of liquid fell from the newly released hole to her pussy. She pulled her garments back up and held the plug out to me as she sat back down.
"This is what I wore this morning for my run on the treadmill; see, it’s no big deal."
She gestured her hand forward with the wet shining metal plug still lubricated with sweat and anal juices.
"Here, take it, don’t be scared. I know you want to."
I grabbed the plug, about the size of a small pill bottle. It was surprisingly heavy as I gazed into its glistening reflections.
"Put it in your mouth slut,"
she ordered. My eyes widened as I let out a nervous laugh,
"I can't... I can't put it... It was in your... Is it even saf..."
She leaned forward, biting her lip, "I know you wanna taste it."
I couldn't resist as I placed the warm metal in my mouth and ran my tongue around it like some kind of demented pacifier. I could feel my cage begin to leak as the salty warm flavor filled my mouth. I only sucked on it for a moment nervously as she gazed with so much pleasure I thought she was going to put a spell on me right there. Maybe she already had. I took the plug out and handed it back with a slight moment of shame.
"See, I knew you were gonna love this," she said as she grabbed the newly lubricated plug with my saliva. She stood up and this time just reached back into her leggings and put it back in, not letting me see a thing.
"There we go, uh, I just love that feeling. Oh, that reminds me, here you go, dear."
She passed forward a blue pill, "Take your supplements for today, dear. I will put some in your bathroom so you can take them yourself, but remember I will notice if you skip out on your supplements; you don't want that to happen, sweetie," she calmly spoke as she caressed the side of my confused face. I took the pill, washing it down with the last of my orange juice; what other choice did I have?
"Now I know you don’t have any plans today, so obviously I think it's time to start your training, Carly."
She spoke that name like it proved something. Almost like there's been a conspiracy growing among the two of us for years, and she just confirmed it right before me.
"Go get dressed; I laid out some clothes in the living room."
I walked over to the living room, where I saw the hottest and most terrifying thing I could have ever imagined.
There, lying on the couch, was an outfit I only ever saw in porn. A white and black latex skirt with a tight latex long-sleeve turtleneck top that connected down to the skirt by four strands that ran down the sides, leaving my stomach and back visible. Next to that was a pair of stereotypical stockings with laced tops that came up to about my thighs. There was also a new pair of panties; these were laced at the top with a little bow, and they were also crotchless. I stood there, looking at this ridiculous outfit that I had secretly always dreamed of shamefully wearing. This wasn't right; how could I become this?
I worked so hard to repress these emotions and be the man my asshole father could be proud of, but this would throw all of that away. I stood there almost like a daring teen, full of adrenaline, judging how far down the water is below the cliff they want to jump off to prove how cool they are. I took that leap and began putting on the outfit.
After some struggling with the outfit, I finally got it all on. The stockings felt so strangely pleasurable against my skin. I had never felt anything like it before: the cool air against my exposed thighs, drafting against my exposed caged cock through the crotchless panties. The latex lay flat against my skin, gripping it as if it wanted to get tighter, and I could feel it with every motion. My heart pounded, and my cage throbbed. Natalie soon walked in,
"Oh.. My.. Heavens, you look adorable! Look at you! I bet you feel amazing in your uniform!"
I took a step back,
"My what?"
"Your uniform, seriously, are you like high right now?" She said with humored sass as she stepped forward to adjust the outfit's finer details I missed,
"I mean, seriously, I know you didn't get any sleep, but stop acting like this is all a shock or something. You want this, sweetie; I'm just guiding you to your true self. I mean, are you gonna tell me you looked at all those slutty videos out of educational curiosity? Or were you just watching it FOr ThE PlOt?" she muttered mockingly with a giggle.
She snapped a picture of me as she continued to circle around me. I was so sleep-deprived and horny I barely noticed.
"I... I don’t know; I guess I just never imagined this."
She continued to adjust my skirt, briefly inspecting my caged cock underneath.
"Yeah, I guess we never really talked before this that much, huh? I figured you would be more accepting, to be honest, but in hindsight, yeah, this would be pretty shocking to most, even with your porn addiction. Welp, no matter; it's not like you have a choice now! Your panties look so good by the way."
She straightened me out as she walked back into the bedroom for a moment to grab something, and then came back out.
"I honestly should have had you do this this morning before breakfast; I'm just forgetful sometimes. Uh, go ahead and take off those delicious panties."
She held a bag of fluid in her hand, connected to a big tube with a bulb at the end. Of course, with the amount of porn I watched, I knew it was an enema. The idea of one always scared me, but I knew its purpose.
"Do you know what this is?"
She asked with a tone of education behind her voice, like a professor. I nodded with my eyes wide as I peeled off the panties under the skirt.
"Of course you do slut!" She giggled before attaching a leash to my collar and moving me toward the master bathroom.
"Now get in the shower, hands and knees."
I paused for a moment like a prom date unsure of what to do with a newly exposed cock. She gestured the leash slightly as I got down on the harsh tile.
"Now this will only take a moment, dear."
She inserted the tube tip after thoroughly lubing it. This was the first time anything had gone into my ass; my cage felt like a volcano ready to explode, especially cause I kept thinking about how Natalie was plugged as this was all happening herself. She forced the tube deeper until it hit the bulb about an inch in. She pressed harder with a reassuring hand placed on my arched back.
"Look at you arching like a real slut! I didn't even have to teach you that, you're a natural."
I almost smiled when she said that. Finally, the bulb got pushed into my hole as the edges closed around it with an accepting yet forceful feeling. She raised the bag as fluid began to flow into my lower half. I could feel the cold rush inside of me, filling me up with every second. The bulb inflated as the liquid pressure surged through it, preventing me from pushing the tube out.
"Almost done, sweetie; you're doing so good."
About a minute went by before she lowered the bag and pulled the tube out of me. A sharp release of pressure with a touch of pain ached throughout my hole. I wanted to let it all out so bad.
"Hold it in, dear, and sit on the toilet. I left you some wipes and toilet paper to clean up when you're done. Come see me in the living room when you're all cleaned up. Sit there for at least 15 minutes, understood?“
"Oh... ok." Her eyebrow raised as she grabbed my chain leash,
"What was that?!"
"Yes, Ma’am!" I voiced back to her out of fear.
She pulled it tighter, standing tall, placing my face a foot from her sweaty, tight pussy covered by her pink leggings and spoke calmly.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, mommy," I said with more shame than I ever felt in my life.
"What do you say, sweetie?" She muttered as she pulled my chain even closer to the heat of her crotch.
"Thank you, mistress," I spoke, getting a brief smell of what I spent all night thinking about. The pressure of the enema and the dribble of precum from my cage became ever so noticeable. She giggled, releasing my chain.
"Good girl!"
She walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. How was I supposed to know when fifteen minutes passed? I just had to guess? This dream was getting crazier by the moment.
I spent some time letting everything out of me after the enema; I will spare you the details, but I cleaned myself up in the end. I stood up from the toilet and observed my new "Uniform" in the mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes; my boyish face sat atop a body fit for a French maid in an old-school porno. My brown hair at medium length swished to the side, the same way it's been cut my whole life. Who even was I anymore? I tried to count out the minutes, but I was so tired and horny, no way was that happening. I soon took a chance and stepped out into the living room. I saw Natalie sitting on the couch scrolling on her phone.
"There's my little slut, I was wondering what took you so long- 20 minutes, I guess. You loved looking at yourself, huh?"
She joked as she stood up, grabbing two more submissive items of clothing for me. In her hand were what looked like a latex hood and a harness with a bright red ball attached; I realized it was a ball gag.
"Now, for the time being, we will keep this on you for most of the time until we complete your look. We have a lot of work to do until you look hot like those sorority girls."
She walked over and behind me as she forced the mask over my head, moving my hair down so it wasn't caught by the zipper. She zipped it up as she adjusted it further,
"How does that feel?"
I responded hesitantly, "I guess it's fine... what's that for?"
I gestured to the ball gag. "This..." She moved behind me once again, forcing the harness over the mask. “Is for laughing at the rules this morning."
She fixed the harness on my head as she grabbed my jaw with forceful dominance. She squeezed my mouth open as she moved the ball gag into my mouth and quickly tightened it until it was impossible to remove on my own volition, and to put the cherry on top, she locked it with a tiny padlock on the back situated just above the already noticeable lock of my collar.
"There we go, sweetie, that will teach you to only speak when spoken to, whore. OH! I almost forgot the final touches."
She walked into her bedroom and returned with high heels and a small baggie tied at the top. "I'll help you put these on, sweetie."
I hopped on the ground as she moved the heels onto my feet with gentle pressure. They were almost to a near point. I had seen some really pointed ones in some porn on Reddit; these were thankfully not as steep, but I was still unsure about my walking ability in them. She locked them onto my ankles as well; somehow I missed the padlocks when sliding them on, or I might have resisted a little.
"Now hands and knees, and arch that back like you did before, sweetie."
I did as ordered; as I moved, I could feel every aspect of submission making its presence known around my body. The heels, the stockings, the throbbing cage, the pink belt that secured it, the latex frilly skirt, the latex long sleeve turtleneck that hug my body like a restraint, the collar that gripped my neck with dominance, the feminine shaped hood that covered my boyish face, and the gag that made every breath I took sound like a wind tunnel in my ears made me acutely aware of my state of helplessness and servitude. I felt a sudden cold pressure on my exposed asshole; she was pressing in a metal buttplug.
It slid in with relative ease after the abusive enema. I don't think it was very big, but I never got to see the plug itself.
"There we go, sweetie, now put your panties back on."
I did as instructed, as for the first time I was caged and plugged. Every slow movement I made so as not to fall over in the tall heels made the buttplugs presence radiate from my stuffed hole. Natalie walked into the kitchen and returned with another piece of paper; at the top it read "chores."
"Now I'm going to go meet up with some friends for the day while you stay here and get some things done around here. It's all easy for your first day, like laundry, dishes, sweeping, mopping, and general cleaning. I expect all of it to be done by the time I return, okay sweetie? Now I'm going to take a quick shower, and I'll be out of your hair!"
This was the first moment I realized the life I was being thrown into might not be what I expected. I had fantasies of submitting to a smoke show like Natalie before, maybe even letting them dress me up, but this, but this was different. I looked into one of the mirrors next to the door of their bedroom. My gagged, hooded face didn’t even look like me anymore. My lips were the only visible feature of my gagged mouth, with the eye holes of the hood pointed at the corners with a subtle outline to add a feminine aesthetic. I really did look like a slut. In that moment, I was so turned on by my predicament, I felt the dribble of cum leak out of my cage onto my leg.
I was leaking more even than when I watched Natalie take her plug out. I was so turned on looking at my slutty self, and just a day ago I was just playing COD and jerking off to sluts on the internet when I felt like it. What’s happening to me?